Archive for January, 2012

The Shadow

Don’t leave me now that

We have come this far

Our distance and time

Together have defined

Who we are

Never before have I been

On my own

Don’t leave me now to be

All alone

Without your company

For without you what is

It that I would be

Don’t leave me now

Hush be still now my children

For if you all talk at once

No one can be heard

What seems to be the

Problem do tell me what

Has disturbed you so so

That you have all woken

At once and in chorus

Now do sing loudly

Hush be still now my children

For you bring nothing but

Confusion when you all

Enter my mind

Be still now be still now

And speak only one

At a time

For too many voices I

Cannot find my own and

Bring reason to my wondering


Hush be still now my children

Empathy sympathy derogatory sensibility

Repeatedly passionately avoidably concernedly

Restrictively predictably intuitionally unavoidably

Predatorily learnedly internally motivationally

It’s funny how you have changed

No longer concerned now that you have aged

Same book same story but on another page

Is how it would seem to me

It’s funny how you have changed

Gone is that eagerness to constantly rage

About those things that were important

To you

You say you’ve moved on got other things

To do

It’s funny how you have changed

Same body same mind but in a different

Stage in life is how you explain the

Changes to me

It’s funny how you have changed

Is this how you really want to be

Blood rushing to the head

Lead to believe that maybe something said

Undid that perception of who you may be

Should you reprimand should you let be

Heard whisperings how could this be so

Imagination doing over time

No longer concerned with is this child mine

Grinding teeth when not doing as their told

Dreams of yesteryear and friends now

Enemies no longer here

Returned to those corridors of time

Engulfed with those emotions

Glued to the minds memories of

Unseen conclusions and being freely

Lead to a path that was not a choice

Attempts to be different met stiffly with noise

Total annihilation of dreams

Of to be

Restricted temptations and hesitations of


Look up look down look around
Look anywhere but at me overt
The eyes so that they do not see
In to my mind for I am the same
As thee
Look up look down look around
But do not make contact with me
For I to am hiding from all that
Are not looking at me
Look up look down look around
But look the other way or down
To the ground for it is not polite
To stare look over my head
Pretend I’m not there
Look up look down look around

Shed a tear shed a tear
For the harshness of days
As man comes to his demise
For not changing his ways
And the earth is brought
To ruin
Shed a tear shed a tear
For the forgotten souls
Who gave up their all
Trying to remain whole
And now in regret they
Are stewing
Shed a tear shed a tear
For those who remain
Trying to make sense
Trying to remain sane
Locked in a cage known
Only as mental ruin
Shed a tear shed a tear

My heart turned to stone

Upon the floor after I had

Discarded it for I had no

Use for it any more for

All its intent and purpose

Only left me open for more

Vulnerability hurt and pain

And the strain my mind could

Take no longer so taken from

The chest of keeping it was

No longer needed and fed up

With beating sounds I removed

It without hesitation and cast it

Upon the ground

Should you come across a heat one

Day washed up on the shore

Do take pity on this thing that has

No life no more beating removed

From its owner for it’s cheating

And giving its self away to hurt

And torment of many differing kinds

Too often did it say I will beat for you

Alone and from that path did stray

Should you come across a heart one

Day place it in a box and remember that

Before it was stone it took some heavy

Knocks of life and transparency and at

Times was abused you see before abandonment


Washed up upon the shores
Of imagination stranded on
The island of desolate illusion
Alone without a care of the
Worlds confusion I awoke
To find myself there on the
Beach of loneliness washed
Out by the seas barrage
Of unending waves in an
Attempt to wash away mans
Pollution of everything including
The air I ran free of the
Intrusion of an educated
Mind only to find myself
Questioning those things
I did find amongst the peace
And tranquility which nature
Had defined as being of
Her own making

Do not take my strangeness

With distance of mind

Do not hold it against me

That often I find

It an inability to put

In to words those

Things I do see

And feel within my


For to give explanation

Is to depart from

That thing that drives


In the direction that

I do not see

But follow with my

Mind’s eye closed

For such is my motivation

That only heaven knows

My destination

Beach comber wondering in and out

Of the rocks

Trying to avoid those pot holes

And somehow by luck

Making it back to the shore

Looking back at the distance

How I made it thus far

I am not so sure

Climbing stumbling and sometimes

With a fall

I have travelled this distance

And look back and call

To those I see far off

But were once with me

No left behind in the safety

Of the hillside

I wave goodbye once again

As of into the distance

I roam

Listening to natures words

Let me run free in life’s fields

Smelling the flowers of the world

Let me lay amongst the grass

Listening to natures words

As she tells me of the things

That have been

Let me fall asleep within her

Arms as stories she tells me

Of the future and what there is

To come

Let me run free in the fields

Of life experiencing the fun

Of being alive and the freedom

Of the sun

To come and go as it pleases

Shining on eveyone

Let me run free

Let me run


How can it be that one image

Reflects so many different things

To some hope and aspirations

But yet to others it brings despair

In all its glory for yet others still

An imaginary story of not what

They see but what they feel

Do we see with open minds

Do we view the world the same

Is there individual perception

As there is individual pain

For are not all things relative

To the ones in the centre

No wonder there is no hope

Of the world getting better

How can it be that one image

Means so many different things

Let me out let me out let me out
I’ve been here for such a long time
There’s nothing else I want to learn
There’s nothing left to find
Education such a fallacy it’s about
Division and control don’t you see
Works about monopoly what you
Can afford to buy not who you
Want to be
Let me out let me out let me out
Of the confines of my mind

It doesn’t look real the
Carnage burning rubber
Dismembered body parts
Waiting to be discovered
Broken toys and bits of
Homes rescue workers
Running like drones the
Press outnumber the weary
Cramming round for that
Perfect picture as some
Poor soul nears death
It doesn’t look real the
Broken buildings cars
Crushed and changed
By the blast no longer
Of use to only pay witness
As the last act of desperate
Men willing to inflict despair
Upon a population that seems
Not to really care the man
Lights a cigarette and looks
At his watch as they take
Yet another body away
It doesn’t look real the
Reality of death not like
In the movies no stars
Playing parts of keeping
Things together all here
Seems destroyed as if it
Will be forever
It doesn’t look real to me

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